It was a rainy day, and I absolutely despised it. The quiet, depressing tap of each drop on the window made my stomach turn.
It reminded me too much of the day described in the note.
I tried to push that thought to the back of my mind, but it was too much to bear.
If it wasn't for my phone, I probably wouldn't have moved from my spot in bed. I rolled onto my side and reached for my phone, unplugging it and reading the text preview on the screen.
It was from Michael: You better have that spare room ready for me!
I was thoroughly confused, until an NHL notification popped up on my phone.
Winnipeg Jets sign F Michael Frolik.
I was in utter disbelief.
I sat up quickly, and turned on the TV to SportsCentre. And there it was, one the BottomLine.
Winnipeg Jets sign F Michael Frolik.
I couldn't help but smile. For the first time, in a long time, I wasn't going to have to live alone anymore.
Although, it was nothing near like Anna around.
Just thinking about her, left a nasty, bitter taste in my mouth...
...But, I loved it at the same time.
I quickly texted Michael back, my hands shaking like mad.
He read my text but never responded.
I looked at the time, then, only to realize it was almost 10:00 AM. I rolled out of bed slowly, sitting up on the edge of the bed. I ran my hands over my face and through my scraggly hair, before getting up for real.
Exiting my room, I was flooded with some sort of emotion I just couldn't describe. Like, a flood of sadness. I had no idea where it came from, let alone why it came.
But, like most mornings, the feeling probably came from hoping she'd already be up; preparing her specialty: cereal.
She never was a good chef.
Instead, I poured myself a bowl of the first cereal I grabbed from the pantry, and took a seat at the island.
I stared out the window across from me, where the light shone through, and watched as the trees swayed in the gentle wind.
It was mesmerizing.
So mesmerizing, that I never even noticed I had already finished my cereal, and my phone was ringing. I rushed into my room, and answered it, without looking at the Caller ID.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Pavs," Michael spoke, "You sound like you just woke up."
"I did," I chuckled, "I'm not running on European time anymore, Michael, it's only ten here."
"I know," Michael replied, "But you're normally an early riser."
"Oh yeah? Well what do I have to wake up for anymore?"
The other line went silent. I was sure he knew he triggered something. Maybe I overreacted, but it was true.
"Well, uh," he cleared his throat, "I'll be leaving for Winnipeg tomorrow."
"Okay, see you then." I said abruptly, hanging up the call and slamming my phone onto the counter in front of me.
I placed my head in my hands, and let out a sigh.
"Why did you have to leave me?" I asked quietly, looking up. "I miss you so much..."
A tear fell down my face, but it wasn't for her. It was for me; for me, because I had fallen for her cruel trick. I was held hostage by her love, and played along in her stupid game.
Only to lose.
Just when I thought I had won, I had actually lost it all.
I hated her for it.
It was then, that a tear fell from my cheek, and onto the phone in my lap. It was unlocked, and my phone revealed a picture of Anna, from after our first date. She was all-natural; one of the rare times she wasn't wearing makeup. And honestly, I preferred it that way.
We were cuddling on the couch, after looking through a few photos from our childhood. Her head was rested upon my chest, with the covers pulled up to her chin. All night, I had tried to capture her pure beauty in a photo, but she refused. And when I had the chance, I took it, and the photo turned out perfectly.
I stared at her green eyes, and the way they sparkled. I stared at her hair, and the way it looked so beautiful in that messy bun... And the tired smile on her face...
It was then, that I tossed my phone on the spot next to me, and crawled back into bed for the rest of the day.
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Two Years Later || Book II
Fanfiction"You don't understand!" Ondrej shouted. "Yes, I do, Ondrej." Michael stared blankly at him. "I get it, you miss her... But, it's already been two years. I think it's time for you to move on..."